City Automaton Breeds the Imagination Rebellion (lyrics, single, album, song)

Crowe · 03-25-2006, 02:42 AM

Part of an ongoing concept album I'm writing. This is just the song as a single though. It stands alone and I think the message is open to interpretation.

City Automaton Breeds the Imagination Rebellion

Another child born through medicated mother...
Spinal drip - born to a city southern.
Poor, so poor, I grow up and I'm poor.
Old man watches me on city street.
Falling down, skin melting on the hot ground.
He says through cracked lips and languid bones.
Little boy, it's here you'll stay. It's here you say?
Don't you hear what I say?
These black faults and asphalts are your destiny.
Can you handle this density?
The subject is sore, my lad, it hurts to be spoken.
But it must be spoken, he so spake to me.

Keep your wits sharp and your imagination keen.
This is how you leave the city behind,
and how you escape this skyscraper machine.

Now I'm the teller of ageless reason,
And as I sit in the freedoms of my last season.
I can only pass on the tale of my youth.
A park bench, in city southern,
observing faithless child and crying mother.
This cane balances old bones and I cross to child center.
Little boy, it's here you'll stay. It's here you say?
Don't you hear what I say?
These black faults and asphalts are your destiny.
Can you handle this density?
The subject is sore, my lad, it hurts to be spoken.
But it must be spoken, so I spake to he.

Keep your wits sharp and your imagination keen.
This is how you leave the city behind,
and how you escape this skyscraper machine.

either/or · 03-26-2006, 02:39 AM

man i love this song. its real good. especially this bit. Keep your wits sharp and your imagination keen.
This is how you leave the city behind,
and how you escape this skyscraper machine

Crashing Sun · 03-28-2006, 09:54 AM

Even P. Gabriel's lyrics aren't usually this busy (sort of but more concise). I'd be curious to see how the melody fits the song, unless this is progressive music, in which case maybe not.

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03-25-2006, 02:42 AM
Crowe Music Addict Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: Chicago/St. Louie Posts: 676	City Automaton Breeds the Imagination Rebellion Part of an ongoing concept album I'm writing. This is just the song as a single though. It stands alone and I think the message is open to interpretation. City Automaton Breeds the Imagination Rebellion Another child born through medicated mother... Spinal drip - born to a city southern. Poor, so poor, I grow up and I'm poor. Old man watches me on city street. Falling down, skin melting on the hot ground. He says through cracked lips and languid bones. Little boy, it's here you'll stay. It's here you say? Don't you hear what I say? These black faults and asphalts are your destiny. Can you handle this density? The subject is sore, my lad, it hurts to be spoken. But it must be spoken, he so spake to me. Keep your wits sharp and your imagination keen. This is how you leave the city behind, and how you escape this skyscraper machine. Now I'm the teller of ageless reason, And as I sit in the freedoms of my last season. I can only pass on the tale of my youth. A park bench, in city southern, observing faithless child and crying mother. This cane balances old bones and I cross to child center. Little boy, it's here you'll stay. It's here you say? Don't you hear what I say? These black faults and asphalts are your destiny. Can you handle this density? The subject is sore, my lad, it hurts to be spoken. But it must be spoken, so I spake to he. Keep your wits sharp and your imagination keen. This is how you leave the city behind, and how you escape this skyscraper machine. __________________ Hi. I'm Crowe. This is my sig. My love finally resting, A solemn corpse buried in you. My silly experimental band: www.myspace.com/boyfromthestarsmusic

03-26-2006, 02:39 AM
either/or Don't think twice Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: A basement on the hill Posts: 379	man i love this song. its real good. especially this bit. Keep your wits sharp and your imagination keen. This is how you leave the city behind, and how you escape this skyscraper machine __________________ Painstaking devotion and love Surrendered to self preservation From others who care for themselves A blindness that touches perfection But hurts just like anything else Isolation, isolation, isolation

03-28-2006, 09:54 AM
Crashing Sun Idontthinkyouknow Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Out of the Frying Pan Posts: 103	Even P. Gabriel's lyrics aren't usually this busy (sort of but more concise). I'd be curious to see how the melody fits the song, unless this is progressive music, in which case maybe not. __________________ People Against People "Scientists in Taiwan say they have bred three pigs that glow in the dark." (Support Spam)